And never underestimate Klaus - he and his mates are a force of nature!

The cat next door used to visit me regularly and would happily spend hours on my lap while I sat at the PC. Then this summer he had a bad case of fleas, some of whom happily joined Klaus and his mates in my flat's little ecosystem.

I was annoyed about it until Peter turned up, and he proved himself a talented bass guitarist. Here's a moody shot of him on my bed slapping out a few funky riffs. I ended up giving him a pet name ... Flea (not very imaginative, I know).